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I sit on this island                                                           ­                                                 I sit on this boat
             ill-equipped                                                     ­                                                   ill-equipped
 ­        How I got here?                                                            ­                                        How I got here?
             well... by ship                                                                                             ­     island trip...        
  
         I simply stare out                                                              ­                               I gaze upon the
                   upon the sea                                                              ­                            empty sea
             No ounce of hope                                                             ­                          All out of faith
                         left for me                                                               ­                     inside of me
          
                  I think of times                                                            ­                   I recall the time
                   away from land                                                             ­               earth so grand
                        My tears drop                                                             ­           Sobbing quietly
                         splash on sand                                                             ­        into my hand
          
                     Huh? What's that!?                                                           ­ Wait! Is it true!?
                                           could it be?                                            more than sea?
                                 Swimming, swimming                           Rowing, rowing
                                                          ­      hurriedly            steadfastly
                          ­              
                                                  ­                       SHIP!  LAND!
                                                           ­                    I'm free!
                                                           ­                         ...
Quick write... Hope yall's get it.
it was raining
that day after
class
seventh grade

and I,
socially akward
braces
gangly
quiet

abandoned my thick
black glasses,
tossed away
refrain

and

danced in it.

"get out of there."
this came from
my gym teacher
on duty
afterschool.

dripping wet,
I kicked a puddle
his way
in response.
 Dec 2012 Rinny Johnny
Monica C
There once was a man on the moon
He said, "I'm leaving quite soon"
He packed up his bag
And folded the flag
And said, "I'll be there at noon".
John Keats
John Keats
John
Please put your scarf on.
Arms held out
Like slender branches without leaves
Unable to receive the sun
Waiting
Tired – and waiting
Till when?
For what?
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